Your Elusive Creative Genius

This talk by Elizabeth Gilbert about coming to the page daily and being open to one's own creative genius is so very very true for me.

A Transformation

About 3 years ago I made a figurative piece called "Up, Up & Away".

It was never one of my favorites. So yesterday I took pieces apart, turned things around, edited and added parts. I like doing this kind of thing. My partner, Ken, calls it the 'Morgan Brig Organ Donor Program'. 

So afterwards the airplane below appeared. The new title is "Inner Voice Navigational System". Inside the plane body hangs a small tube that holds a piece of acetate with writing on it. I like the piece a whole lot better now.

Plan B

There have been a multitude of decorative Christmas brass horns lately at the local second hand store. Some are straight and some have a french horn curly-cue to them. I love them!

I also have many projects that take a turn mid-stream and go into a "plan B" mode. So here's the combo: Plan B meets decorative curly brass horns (and straight ones). It's titled "The Brewing of Plan B".

"The Brewing of Plan B"
Copper, brass, glass, enamel, fishing lure float, mixed media
29 x 12 x 5"

Detail

Speaking One's Truths

I had a dream about speaking my truths recently. It has stuck with me, and just this last week this piece came out - seemingly in honor of that message. I etched the narrative of the dream at the base of the glass.

Funny how the subconscious works.

"Speaking One's Truths"
Copper, glass, brass, vacuum tube, enamel, mixed media

Introspection

A state of mind I'm waaay too familiar with.

"Introspection"
Copper, brass, camera lenses, enamel, mixed media.

Another Wheeled Piece

This one is called "Reoccurring Lessons: Loss, Love and Illusion".

Copper, glass, bleached bones, dried roses, poppy seed heads, wheels.

Altar to What is Cherished

Once again I am inspired by Mary Oliver's writings. These words are etched into the glass at the base:

Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?
Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into  the garden
and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,
with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment,
before they are nothing forever?

"Altar to What is Cherished"
Copper, glass, dried roses, brass, found pivot wheel