Author: lauramchugh

Policeman (theirs) in the shadow of the garbage can (mine).

I’ve been busy with art lately and distracted away from my photojojos, but here’s #180.

Dolls taken by my partner along with a photo of a rose blooming in my front yard. Today would have been my grandma’s 106th birthday. She loved these roses. Happy Birthday Grandma!

and I’m exhausted. After a long day out with family at a fun late – Easter party, I went to the salon to hang my show. All the planning paid off and things went mostly as planned. At one point I set the hammer down and looked for it for a good solid 15 minutes. Finally found it then could finish what I started.

I forgot my camera, so I’ll take photos of it tomorrow morning and post them. Now – bedtime!

This is how the art goes for me, typically. I finish it, and then something happens where I have to do more to a piece. Last night after a whole day of framing, photographing, cataloging, posting, etc. with the eleven pieces, I realized that What Now? wasn’t really done.

I named it What Now? because it was so barren. Ready for the future. And then out in the studio, I ran across the six glassine envelopes I couldn’t find earlier this week. I had nine, and then lost some. I looked high and low, but then just gave up. Finding those other six sparked me to use them. The only piece that had any room was this one because it was so empty. So, I added four of the envelopes, with things inside. Then that had me do some drawing over the print (click on the image to see it blown up, and there are more “detail” shots of it below).

It all led me to something I had written down by Rainier Maria Rilke awhile ago, about how in relationships we should be the guardians of the other’s solitude. Now the body of work feels complete.

I’ll hang it tonight.

ENTRY #327 – Rainier Maria Rilke/Guardian of Your Solitude

A good marriage is that in which each appoints the other guardian of his solitude. Each realizes and accepts that even between the closest of human beings, infinite distance continues to exist. In such a loving and accepting atmosphere, a wonderful living side by side is born and can grow up.

When the partners succeed in loving the distance between them, they see each other whole against the wide sky. Each becomes the treasure beyond measure at the end of the others rainbow.

In their mystical, magical moments together, their rainbows merge to become a full circle around the brilliant morning sun. As the sun and moon merge, their inner senses feel the moon, full and glowing in the starlit sky. They become that which transcends thought. They become that which is perceivable only by the personal experience of those fortunate enough to find and accept the ultimate treasure that any physical human being can receive — the treasure of shared love.