Patti Edmon Artist

It's no secret that I love texture, and lots of it... combining scraps of every conceivable tissue, corrugated , patterned and printed pape r with media, fabric, metal and other bits that are within arm's reach, then diving into color... I can do this all d ay and it never feels repetitive, each piece a fresh blank board waiting to be t ransformed. Sometimes I end up with a great beginning . And, since I don 't usually have a finished image in mind when I start, I win d up staring at the background with no clue what to do next. I've gotten through this a s many time s as I've finished art that I mostly love, but this bridge place, the water rushing beneath, the sky - a nd path - dense with fog that filter s through my brain is very frustrating . Yes, I need an image, found objects, a theme or emotion to express...   Like most m ixed-media artists, I've read my share of books on process, the muse, letti ng creat...

Wow, I've been so caught up in One World One Heart that I've neglected to post; no one may have noticed, but as a former writer of fiction (avocation) and non-fiction (vocation) I certainly sense the lapse. The forming of thoughts, selecting words for both meaning and inflection, the editing... I suppose the point is that it's a lifelong habit and still a very necessary part of my new existence - unable to work at the company I founded in 1990, instead focusing on my passion for art. Almost as often as I've gotten generous, thoughtful comments about the art photos I've posted, mention has been made of my writing. It has inspired, informed or just resonated with another who is paddling whatever boat I'm in at the time. Lately, I have been wallowing in a creative funk. I did not recognize it as a gestation period, a hovering, waiting for the way to become clear. I was nearly frantic after a couple of weeks of either not producing or resisting the temptation to use...