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Monday, February 17, 2014

Sansa for Prez

Agent Klahn successfully removed the cat from his cereal, and Sansa became the Leader of the Free World.  KJB stands for Kitten Jujutsu Bureau.

This post brought to you through fun experimentation with the app ComicBook! 

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Heart Day

 Some messages of Valentine Love for my husband Casey.  We celebrate our 20th Wedding Anniversary in just 12 days!  The greatest 20 years of my life: I love you, Hun!
Casey, Happy Valentines's Day heart rocks photo
Luv U heart rock
  "be mine" heart rock

These Valentines were joyfully developed with found art from my extensive Heart Rock Collection, and the following apps:  PicShop, and PicArt.

As a follow-up to my February 2 post on Found Art, let me say that heart shaped rocks are probably my favorite form of God's communicative art found in nature.  Call me silly, I don't care at all.  I will laugh with you!  But I unapologetically feel God's love more, every time I come across another heart shaped rock.  They feel like divine Valentine's Day cards, created throughout the millenia of earth's creation, mailed specifically from God to me, to be received throughout each year; God knowing where I will be and walk and look throughout my life, He strategically placed each one, ready to be found and cherished.  Knowing I would need to hear it once again:  "God loves me!"  Sign me up for a mental evaluation, go ahead.  But before you do, keep in mind that we all think ourselves to be the most sane person in the room.  And I know that God has my address!

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Branches Telling ~ My Haiku

By way of testing and experimenting with the INKredible App, I decided to create an illustrated Haiku, using the Calligraphy Pen.  With so many beautifully inscribed winter branches around, leaflessly revealing their stark and graceful lines against winter skies, it wasn't difficult to write about nature's banquet of inspiration:

I like this app for the ability to write while lying down relaxing, without having to a) type, and b) have ink flow troubles.  I still wasn't able to completely relax, but close.  The stylus, which I purchased at Radio Shack specifically for its small nib, drags more than I would like.  If they could invent an extremely smooth stylus, I would love it, especially if the tip were very small and pointy, that is, precise.  Does anyone know of such a great stylus?

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Happy 100th Birthday, Barn!

"We're worried about you guys.  You're so isolated out here.  Maybe you should move back to the city, where you would be more in touch with society.   Where you can see your friends more often.  We miss you guys!"

Can you hear and feel the love in that statement?  She broke my heart, and I wanted to cry, I was so touched.  But, I burst out laughing instead.  Not entirely appropriate, true, but Casey and I were very pleased with ourselves for having pulled off the Great Escape, as we called it: we had gathered our worldly belongings into two U-hauls, and pointed the tires back in time.  Away from Seattle, the Rat Race, the road rage, the horrid commutes, the Pressure Cooker.  We were already planning to live out our years here, and we were still young!  It was 1998.

This farmer's daughter never could feel that Seattle was her town.  Instead, I felt like the city was eating me alive.  After moving here, remembering my 18 years living in Seattle seemed like watching a movie of someone else's life.  I guess that means we did the right thing...

I think what ultimately shocked my friend the most, perhaps with a last-straw effect, was that we had chosen not to go ahead with the HD TV movement.  We turned the "Mind Suck Machine" off instead.   "But... but...  how can you live without TV?"  This blurted reaction became such a comically common question over time, and seemed so difficult for people to grapple with, that we eventually pretty much stopped telling people.  It was just too fatiguing, being looked at as if we'd fallen off our proverbial rockers with both of our two proverbial heads!  (At least, telling this truth here on the blog, I can't see the shocked look on your faces!)

We often said that we would rather watch paint peel than watch TV.  This statement is somewhat literal - treasuring the history here, the heritage, the astonishing strength of the homesteaders - is a mark of our rural life.  We think of the small village of outbuildings on our land as Portals to Another Time: the barn, the blacksmith shop, the WWII quonset hut, the two bunk houses where the harvest crews slept.  In the early 1900s, when our land was broken out and the farmstead built, it took dozens of workers to bring in the grain with horse-drawn equipment and implements.  The most accurate and beautiful depiction of a 1916 wheat harvest I've yet seen is the 1978 film Days of Heaven, starring Richard Gere - truly a jaw-droppingly stunning film.

Please enjoy the sublime patina of our 1914 barn (HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BARN!), in these photos taken yesterday during a brief spate of what I call "Slow-Mo Snow" - flakes falling gently, silently and softly, like blessings from Heaven.  Slow-Mo Snow never lasts for long, and only happens here once or twice a winter, so when I saw the first goose-down feathers drifting earthward, I ran outside in my jammies!  (TMI?)

super barn doors
Portal Doors by Lorie Klahn

Alas, my iPhone did not capture the snowflakes quite as stunningly I had wished, but I like how the images turned out.  They were put through several apps, and I'm especially pleased with the enhanced contrast, which lends delicate strength to the twigginess of the trees, reverse-silhouetted against the barn and sky.  The barn's volume, presence and personality make it seem almost superhuman.  The trees seem to reach out to it, but - are they afraid to touch it?

One Hundred Years Standing
One Hundred Years Standing by Lorie Klahn

To finish the story, when we first moved to Bald Ridge, many of our Seattle friends enjoyed the serenity and fresh air here so much that we actually saw them more often than when we lived in The Pressure Cooker alongside them!  For most of them however, the visits have slacked off over the years, and we never see some of our Seattle friends at all.   But we love and miss them as much as ever, in fact more, and although facebook is an inadequate substitute, it is something... 

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Found Art: Conversations?

My Pinterest collection of black and white abstract art is boringly named "Art--Bold--Black and White".  At around 800 pins, it is embarrassingly vast, which is a story for another day.  The assemblage of smart, tantalizing works feels oddly serene, pressed together into ranks, marching neatly up and down across my screens. 

In that the commonality among them is the contrast and conversation between black and white, it occurred to me that the plural noun for the group might be "A Conversation of Black and White Abstracts".  I would even congratulate myself on my cleverness by renaming the Board, if I didn't need to maintain such a perfect nomenclature system in order to keep control of my Frenzy of Pinterest Boards! ( 260!...  and counting!...  Yikes!)

But there is another reason I might consider renaming the Board.  Don't we often say, when gazing at a gorgeous piece of artwork, "It speaks to me!"  Can't art be a conversation, if one defines art as "a statement that an artist intentionally makes, in an original / unique way", or "a way that an artist expresses (tells about) himself"?  I am wondering out loud here, realizing that these definitions would depend upon the intention of the artist, and his art process.  I also see that a statement is not the same as a two-way conversation.  However, art is meant to be experienced, and interacted with, so, I am theorizing that our response to an art statement constitutes at least the beginnings of a conversation.

Among the pins on that Board, recently re-posted so you can easily find it in the collection, you will find the following image:

At first glance I thought it to be an original image created upon some unusual contemporary ground, perhaps an etching on aluminum.  But no, it is a photo: the Whirlpool Cloud, a photo by NASA Goddard Photo and Video.  It is a favorite image, emoting chaos in motion and gentle sensitivity, all at once.  It makes me think of God's holiness: wrath tempered by mercy. 

To continue my bloggish question above, is this image a conversation? And to take it one step further, if the art we are conversing with is "found art", then who are we conversing with?  For pondering this question, here is another abstract black and white artwork:
A Montage of Wind Activity in America on July 28, 2012, by Lorie Klahn
I created this found-art triptych from this Wind Map website.  I was so taken with the gracefulness and artful dance of the wind activity lines, and how they fluidly compose themselves in such pleasing, affecting and dimensional ways, that I felt compelled to somehow capture the experience.  By looking through the Wind Map website archives and choosing what looked like a day with interesting lines, I zoomed in, took a screenshot, cropped away the kerfuffle, and fiddled ever so slightly with the contrast, times three, and quickly had a trio to collage.  But truth be told I played on this sight for at least an hour, with rapt fascination. How could airstreams be so hypnotizing...  so beautiful   ...such a profound statement?

Within my personal basis of belief, the answer is, that because it is made intentionaly by the Inventor of Art Himself, found art is the truest of true art: His self-expressions, messages to us, conversations with us, placed everywhere for us to find, like a grand Easter Egg Hunt.  He wants to take our breath away!  He wants us to know Him and converse with Him by what we see in His creation.
For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind,
and declares to man what is his thought,
who makes the morning darkness,
and treads on the heights of the earth—
the Lord, the God of hosts, is his name! 
Then the Lord answered Job out of the whirlwind and said:
“Who is this that darkens counsel by words without knowledge?