lonack signature: February 2012

Monday, February 27, 2012

Friday, February 24, 2012

Texture, Pattern, Rhythm...so little time

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Snowflake Disguised as Peacock

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Art of Music

The Art of Music - with Sally Zito, Spanish Village, San Diego, CA USA

Monday, February 20, 2012

Mixed Media on Recycled Canvas

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Corpuscle Convention and Surrender

It's fun to turn artwork around and feel how different it can be --

How the weight shifts.

How like can quickly turn to dislike and dislike to like.

One way feels right, its opposite wrong.

...and the one that harmonizes them all

together.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Environmentally speaking, drink pouches bum me out.
They are however, a surprisingly good art medium.
This flower came about after my son brought an empty pouch home in his lunch box -- having swapped something from his own lunch in order to acquire it. I do not support the "respect the pouch" philosophy - he will not get one supplied by me.
Finding myself annoyed, again, at one of these little things, I decide to see what light could come out of it... grabbed a pair of scissors and

Thursday, February 9, 2012

The Table is Set

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

One Of The Kahlo Sisters

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

What The Dicken's Did Goolge Do?

I love it when Google arts~up their logo!

Unbenounced to me today is Charles Dickens' 200th birthday -

Happy, happy to you Chuck! Oliver T. is my favorite, but I have to admit the musical, movie version with Mark Lester (where is he now?) is really catchy!

... I’ve always thought it would be fun to do some quick little skit -- kinda like Saturday Night Live meets Monty Python pairing, where the magician David Copperfield attempts to make Dickens' David Copperfield disappear... in fact, anytime I hear or see the name David Copperfield – this is basically what I visualize (sometimes I very it a bit for personal, entertainment reasons, but you'll get the gist).

Scene:

Two vanishing cabinets are set across from each other on a stage with a long wooden plank stretched out between them.

After the usual pomp and circumstance from the magician David including a thorough investigation of the cabnets, Dickens' David (wearing a Daisy tucked behind an ear) is ushered into the first cabinet.

The door is closed, the magician continues to carry on... while we see (and the magician doesn't) Dickens' David quickly Trot across the wooden plank -- sneaky like with his arms bent at the elbow (sometimes trotting loudly, sometimes quietly, sometimes with a balletic bounce, and at times will incorporate that little “shhh” movement with a finger to his lips, but most of the time it is really quite dramatic...) then, predictably, he disappears behind the other cabinet.

Finally, with much to-do, the magician David opens the other cabinet

and Dickens' David is just standing there unimpressed.

(I can't keep the smile off my face...)

Sometimes the cabinet is empty (but that's too impressive and not very silly...)

Every once in while, the Daisy is all that remains inside (which is really sweet, but this only happens when I hear or come across "Copperfield" at the time when the weather outside is a bit misty or gray -- like today...)

Once, and I haven’t scene it since – when the cabinet was opened

all there was inside was a large hand written sign that said “gone to Australia”

(I mean, is it me?, or didn’t it seem like that was the IN place to go?!)

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Ha ha ha - just found this...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98jXf3ov0Ww

(of course, where else? -- Australia!)

Who knew about Michael J?... He obviously connected with the story as well. I guess there is the orphan archetype in all of us (however uniquely within each individual's life it plays out. Disney knew this too... I was always wondering why the main characters were either orphans or only had one parent that usually dies - yes? He too, like Dickens, likes fulfilling conclusions.)

Monday, February 6, 2012

A Note About Dhislex~E ahh

I just sent a note to The Yale Center for Dyslexia & Creativity because of the article in the NY Times "The Upside of Dyslexia" inspired me to share with them a thought...

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"I just read an article today in the NY Times, "The Upside of Dyslexia." and thought I would share some of my understanding.

I am not dyslexic, but I am dhisleckzic :) It is my understanding that offering "challenged readers" an opportunity to choose what color each of the letters of the alphabet are* as well as some basic font specifications, then have a simple computer/tablet program translate their "personal way of seeing the words" [for any word document/book etc.] would make reading more accessible to the way the "challenged reader's" brains are wired.

This is also applicable to mathematics.

* each individual can easily answer this question IF asked -- the younger the better. As well as other sensory translations per symbol/letter... taste, smell, texture, sound...and even deeper - opinions and associations.
This simply bridges/sinks-up the left and right sides of the brain.

For example - my letter J is a high gloss, opaque fuchsia pink, that tastes and smells like a Jolly Rancher Watermelon candy, feels like wet batting material and sounds like a high pitched ringing that you want to stop.

My number 9 is a translucent yellow, has a bland creamy taste, smells like broccoli and feels like the outside of PVC pipe (white specifically) and my favorite -- sounds like song birds singing off in the distance.

...Hope this is helpful :O)

Gratefully,
Jennifer Lonack

P.S. - thank you if your organization has helped stop pulling dyslexic's out of their classrooms during the creative arts segment of the day... putting them into dark rooms, alone, and making them write "d's" and "b's" over and over, and over again until they still can't get it.
...because, as you would know, any true dhiezlexick,
if asked,
would tell you
that
"repetition"
is NOT the key!"

Again - with gratitude."

The Whisper

shattered heart, or shattered mind,
for things aren't always as they seem.
Running from, is running to --
through desire, through hopes, in dreams.

here. there. as everywhere:
Disguise and Reveal merge and blend in chaotic bliss.
'n with eye to discern -- Silence speaks her wisdom,
and All is seen, crystal.

oh dear heart, so feared to be broken
yet aches release from tethered bond.
"shatter!" I say, with fearful tremble,
but with eye that will not look away...

...and when dust'ed settled,
behold, a new --
freer.
freer.

freely you