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Monday, August 29, 2011

Collections: In bowls




Taking a look at what ends up in household bowls is a bit like having your head examined, isn't it? The things you put under glass are things that need to be protected, but bowls are restless, fluid, transient. They hold what you pick up along the way, for as long as you need them. They hold the moment.  They're your everyday life.






Around here, a bowl's main job is to hold beads too nice to store away. But they share space with feathers and needles and stones. The solo earring. An origami balloon. Sea glass. Buttons made on a marathon button making afternoon.That unnamed thing that fell from a tree,















and leaves that will be beautiful for no more than a day.


5 comments:

Daydreamer said...

Uh Oh, Amy.... I have to confess that at first I laughed at your comment that it is like having your head examined to look at the bowl collections.... and then I got worried and had to go look around my house at just what all my bowl "collections" said about me....! YOURS are so much prettier than mine... except for the shells and jewelry, rocks and crystals... most of my bowls are filled with thumbtacks, keys that I can't remember what they unlock.... tiny scraps of wood that are the remainders of projects... snippets of gold thread and lace, unused ends of stuffing and cloth..... often all jumbled together not separated by type but more of a stratification as each project leaves detritus... Just WHAT does that say about me??? Please DON'T answer that!!! LOL!
I DO Love your bowls as well as the collections they hold.... and I will never again be able to drop something into a bowl without wondering WHAT it says about me....

Daydreamer said...

Oh, and I am looking at what you have UNDER your bowls and I notice that Gorgeous table runner made of patchwork pieces of Saris..... I have a "crazy quilt" one of those hanging on my bedroom door that gives me HOURS of awed contemplation of the patterns and artful stitchery...

Yes, I think in some ways we ARE living parallel lives! It's SO nice to see your world and your reflections on it... it is Enriching mine!

Daydreamer said...

Yes, it's ME again! I've been meaning to comment about your "Eye" icon... and seeing the bowl full of "eye" buttons has reminded me... You must know that at one time... I don't remember whether it was the 16th or 18th century... there was a fashion for miniaturists to paint the Eye of the beloved on ivory as a token of their love and that was carried or worn as a piece of jewelry.... I have a book somewhere with a collection of them... all so different... but just the single eye looking out.... gives new meaning to the words "keeping an eye on you"....!

Amy said...

OK, I'll confess, I posted pictures of the pretty bowls in the dining and living rooms, not the studio bowls! The studio bowls are like me without makeup on-I would love to able to be seen with my hair all freaked out and my glasses sliding down my face, but alas. I looked like that all through junior high, and that wasn't much fun. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh yeah-my studio bowls are filled with bits of string and half-glued paper mushrooms, stuff I ripped off other stuff, stuff I tore off other stuff, stuff that started off being something else and ended up looking like something totally unrelated. My really Freudian stuff get stuffed into cabinets, drawers, closets, and what's starting to look like one hundred plastic boxes. So I did a total puff piece here, please don't give it another thought. I think it would be more fun to scavenge through your house, actually.

Oh I would love to have one of the sari quilts-the runner is the closest I've gotten so far. We had a shop downtown called Ansari that had the most incredible quilts inside-I used to stand in front of them and sigh longingly. Do you have a picture of yours? I would love to see, and to sigh longingly...

And yes-I started making the eyes after I saw a few of the ivory miniatures at an Antique show here, the once-a-year show that is more like a trip to the Metropolitan Museum than a place where things are actually sold. I hadn't seen one until then. It's such a lovely, and slightly eerie, idea. I had to try to make a few of my own afterwards. I made some into jewelry when I was selling on Etsy, but they didn't sell-I think people lean on the side of eerie now, for some reason. Maybe if it's not the eye of your beloved it has horror movie connotations, I don't know. The mouth, by the way, is from Holbein's portrait of Anne of Cleves, maybe the least colorful of Henry the Eigth's wives, but my favorite-she worked out a deal, and lived...

Sans! said...

This post has got me looking at my bowls as well. Mostly dusty and rusty stuff. Except the one on my dressing table which I rummage through on most mornings, knowing that I will never find anything there I want to wear for the day but doing it just to keep the dust away.

I have those Indian patchwork too. Bought them cheaply in India from a peddlar. Yours are way nicer though. I used them for the floor. You will cry if you see the state of disrepair.