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Showing posts with label beauty. Show all posts

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Raven's Roost

A lovely evening at Raven's Roost on Blue Ridge Parkway.

It's not a long drive to Blue Ridge Parkway from here.

It was an amazing evening, clear and beautiful.

A little bit chilly and very windy.

And the sun lingered at the edges of the earth...

Just toying with the fringes...

Until it vanished altogether.

And the moon... oh how I love the moon!

Just soaking up the beauty of autumn in the Shenandoah Valley!

Happy Soaking,
Carmen Rose

Sunday, January 31, 2010

"The Art of a Woman" update... plus a RANT thrown in for good measure.

I’m up to nine models for my “The Art of a Woman” project.  It’s very exciting to see things coming together.  I’ve just read the press release and it’s excellent.  I’ve met with the woman who will be creating the stage in the display window for the models to move around in.  And Charles and I have been passing photographs back and forth of inspiration and ideas.  I’m really surprised to see our vision mesh so beautifully on this one, it’s a convergence of talent and opportunity that is pretty exciting.  Plus, I get tired of being alone so much of the time, so getting out of the studio and working with these amazing women is going to be fun! 
Here is the way the press release describes the publicity stunt in March:

“The 7pm finale window performance "The Art of a Woman" has dual meanings.  The producer and designer, Carmen Rose of Staunton, is a woman artist herself, known for versatile creation in many media, as seen in her painted glass, art quilts, photography and silk scarves represented at OASIS.  Also the concept Rose expresses is that a woman herself--of any size, shape or age-- is a work of art, whether or not she is perceived to be.  Each model, outfitted and made up in extreme fancy, will be replaced by the next in a flow of silent poses, each highlighting a facet of womanhood.  For example, the earthy aspect of womanhood will be portrayed by a model whose skin, hair and gown make her appear to be part of a forest.  Another model will portray woman as a unique treasure, draped in gleaming pearls and sparkling snowflakes.  Rose has designed imaginative makeup, costuming and transitions for this changing display of silent poses.   OASIS presents one performance only at 7pm “The Art of a Woman” in its display window onto Main Street, Friday, March 5.

Women whose ages range from 15 to 54, are scheduled in February for hair, makeup, and costuming by Rose and her team, followed by a professional photo shoot with Charles Garratt in his Staunton photography studio.”

Oh, it tickled me to read this!  Now it just remains to put together all the looks and then the photo shoots.  And of course I’ll be sharing photos with you all along the way as I can!  I think it can be so hard for women to keep perspective on ourselves and our appearance.  We have the fashion and health care industries - hair, makeup, skin care and diet products, plus personal trainers and cosmetic surgeons, to name just a few… and they are aiming BILLIONS of dollars of marketing money at the women of the world with one simple message:  “You are not beautiful now, but you could be if you…  $$fill in the blank$$.”  It’s cruel, it’s wrong and we need to affirm the women around us and we need to REALLY LISTEN when people affirm us.

A young man makes it to his college graduation and he looks out over his future and he has one goal:  Make his mark on the world.  And his pretty classmate agrees with his goal.  She wants to make her mark on the world as well, but she wants to do it wearing a size six.  Marilyn Monroe was a voluptuous size 14.  By the time I was in high school, size 10 was considered “perfect.”  Now our models look like they are starving… because they ACTUALLY ARE!  A young college grad may starve herself and jeopardize her health with any number of risky behaviors to be that size six.  I’m not suggesting for a moment that it’s easier to be a man in our society; men are increasingly included in that message.  We judge people by their appearance, and we judge ourselves the same way.  I still think handsome is still about more than just a man's outward appearance!

Only a few generations back in China, women’s feet were bound from the age of three years old.  Bones were broken and the foot was crushed in on itself.  The x-rays are horrifying and the pain was at times severe.  Many of them were rendered crippled by this practice, but it was the standard of beauty in those days.  In some parts of China, the older generation of women will still look at another woman’s feet before she looks her in the eye when she meets her.  It seems like an extreme example.  However, if we suggest to our young women that they are not beautiful unless they are: thin, their muscles are toned, their nails and toes are done, their hair is long and silky, their skin is perfectly clear, their teeth are white, their brows are tweezed, their glasses are shed for contacts, their teeth have been professionally straightened, their skin is tanned, their warts removed, and they are wearing whatever pop culture demands of them at the moment… it’s a crippling (not to mention expensive) load.  And women then look in the mirror and make comparisons.  And when we don’t like what we see, we draw conclusions that we are not what we want to be, not what we should be.  Sadly many conclude that they are just plain ugly.  How sad when a beautiful woman can’t see her own worth!  There is a sadness I feel when I think of the pressures on women to conform to the standard that is equal to how I felt when I first saw an x-ray of a Chinese woman’s bound foot.  The notion of beauty in this culture is little more than a form of crippling bondage.

I had no intentions of getting on my rant when I started this post.  These are themes that I spoke on when I was at an event in Indiana on a visit a few years back.  I don’t get many opportunities for public speaking these days, I guess that’s why I’m ranting about it here.  There is such a thing as Beauty that is a blessing and not a curse, but this world doesn’t see it on TV, in the movies or peruse it in their magazines.  It shines from the spirit of strong vibrant women everywhere.  We are creative, bold women who are fearless and unbroken by the demands of pop culture and skillful marketing.  We refuse to accept another ideal other than this: to live into the design with which we were created and to bring to fruition EVERY DROP of potential within us by our expiration date.  We may have some pudgy spots, our hair may be weird colors and our teeth may be yellow, but we are beautiful.  And if pop culture does not agree, then they can kiss our big healthy unbound feet!!  (As we dance right on by!)

Now go out there and live like the vibrant, beautiful woman you are! 

And a tip of the hat to the fine gentlemen who drop by to read, please consider the women in your life.  I’ll bet if you look beyond the pop culture vision, you’ll know the women around you are beautiful.  Tell them so, tell them why you think so, do it today, and please do it often!  (And thank you, Handsome!)

With Love,
Carmen Rose

Monday, December 7, 2009

Blue Winter Wonder


 Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
 

~Bill Morgan, Jr. 

Monday, September 21, 2009

New Favorites

These are the latest ones out of the kiln. I'm learning some things and the experiments continue. I like these organic shapes and the layers of color and shining colors in the dichroic glass really tickle me. I am coming to realize that this work covers my favorite things about creating: color, light and beauty. This media has all that plus the element of the unexpected because you never really know what is going to happen once you close the kiln door!
My adventures with fused glass continue. These are my current favorites, at least until I see what comes out of the kiln tomorrow.

Pink is one of the harder colors to come by when shopping for glass jewelry so I did these four at the request of a friend. They really to play in the light. I am also going to need to do some research on how to photograph them because it's not easy trying to capture the light and movement these things have in person. I wonder if it can even be done.

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Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Embracing Solitude

I woke up this morning to an awful chirping beside my head that repeated it’s squalling every nine minutes until I whacked it to silence and crawled out of bed just to spite the darn thing. I remember thinking how good it felt to lay there and how I didn’t want to get up. That’s unusual. After a while I began to realize that something was a little “off,” this didn’t feel like a normal morning. Lately I’ve been waking up feeling like I’ve been run over by a cement truck in the night but this morning I stopped for a moment only to realize that for a moment there, nothing hurt. And for a moment longer… still… nothing hurt. I’ve grown accustomed to the habits of my body and notice the exceptions rather than the rule most of the time. And believe me, I’m grateful for this exception! Especially after the last few days.

So on the way home from work I was thinking how nice it would be to spend another morning walking in the woods looking at orchids (the putty root orchids should be out in force this week sometime and I would wear the right shoes to visit them without being eaten by copperheads this time!) Deadlines in the studio kept me from that idea but I decided on the spur of the moment to drop by the park. I rewarded my body with a leisurely walk around the pond at the park. It wasn’t an exercise walk, more of a “mosey.” I fed the fish and considered friends who have come and gone through my life. A sparrow caught my attention, he seemed to be hoping for a morsel. He was a rather bold little fella. “Pardon me Ma’am, could you spare a crumb?” Oh yes I could, so I fed him till he flew away. The ducks ignored me once they realized I had nothing for them so I made a mental note to bring something for the ducks next time. I passed a raven on the lamp post above the garbage cans. He did not fly away though I was very close so I stopped and spoke to him a while. He was unfazed and eyed me quite cooly.

Back in my kitchen I started a bag of scraps for the ducks. Right now it has the last cheesy biscuit and the heel from a loaf of cranberry orange bread I picked up on impulse at the farmer’s market. Lucky ducks. They are NOT getting the last cinnamon roll, that sucker has my name on it unless hubby gets there first.

We had guests over last evening so the house looks the best it has for a while. Hubby and I hung some artwork and mirrors over the weekend, and moved some furniture. It is nice to see progress in the house, there is so much renovation work that I'd like to do. The dog hair has been momentarily banished (until Hope or Misde shake or scratch again) and everything in the kitchen is in its “away place.” I should spend the week making soap or working at art glass but both of those studios are in my kitchen and I am not ready to part with the pristine neatness quite yet. So maybe I’ll spend some quality time with a series of quilts I’m working on. My quilt studio is in the basement I don’t ever really bother with trying to achieve neatness there, organization yes, neatness no. Or maybe I’ll spend a little time at the piano or settle in with the laptop and write a story. I've been thinking of a self portrait drawing, maybe I should give that some consideration. I also have a series of paintings in mind for the children's rooms. Or maybe I’ll stay right here and ease myself even deeper into the quietness. Sometimes I wrestle with the loneliness in the quiet of my life. Today I see the solitude and the silence as something to savor. This is a good day and I am grateful.
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