Play-pen App

Blogging 101 has me living across new worlds… even eating sweet, baked ‘black’ bananas… well… I am 1/2 Fruitarian.

Elle Kae published a list of iPhone apps to enhance blogging posts.  ‘ABM; A Beautiful Mess’ sounded invaluable and I spent $1.19 to buy it.

In well-connected Collage Circles I am known as; “The Particle Princess”.  This is my beautifull mess:  in photo essay form, because last week’s assignment (post in a style you don’t usually do) hasn’t been done.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

 

These first two were made using Collage layouts and my Photographs.

 

 

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

This one is created using my ‘In-Camera Collage’ and ‘ABM’ Borders; chevrons, shocking pink dots, and ribbon-like script.

 

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

Three iPhone Photos captured on Denman Street, in Vancouver’s West End, were set into the Collage Layout.  I then added an ‘ABM’ doodle and chose ‘Lorinda’ text to type the word:  What!

 

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Made completely with ‘ABM’ Collage Features. Later I loaded this image into Instagram, vignetted it a bit, and added a Caption: “PLaYgrOunD”

 

Here is a link to Elle Kae and the article:  http://ellekae.com/2015/01/22/top-iphone-app-roundup/

©2015 Nicole Rigets

Sensory Imagery

"Untitled"
“Untitled” ©2015 Mark Teasdale Photography

Mark Teasdale photographed this event Live… and is now producing a series of Altered Images based on his originals. See more of his work at: https://www.flickr.com/photos/bcbusinesshub/

Teasdale & I have collaborated on Artworks in the past.  This Photograph evokes feelings spoken through a Haiku ©N.R. Rigets.

“Play the role around, around,

Spot leopard divine

Rings and nails and circus eves.”

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

Unconcerned Dismay

"Breathing into the Past"
“Breathing into the Past”

 “Into rose petals… past the breeze from a window… Love me I love you”

"Whispers from the Past"
“Whispers of Sentiment”

 

Another day of discovery arrives in fog… fog, in a hue,the very same as this   text I’ve chosen.  

 

"Committed to Memory"
“Committed to Memory”

 

 

 

Wild experimentation has led to a myriad of possibilities using tools and techniques from Apple, WP, and accidental goodies.

 

 Copyright ©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

I Rely on My Scream

I’m a Risk Taker:  a Cable Walker… these traits forced me to change the Theme of my Blog on New Year’s Day. WordPress offered to spike my creativity and my intuition led me to sign up for Blogging 101.

Yesterday I began following 5 New Topics and 5 New Blogs to expand my Social Community. What began as a Homework assignment soon evolved into a pleasing search for other’s perspectives on interests and values, habits and experiences I’m curious about.

'Camera Collage'
‘Camera Collage’

The outcome was fresh insight into defining my personal standards… and since this is a new start, it’s a perfect fit. I’ve now expanded my interests to include: Books, Musings & Personal, Crafts, Food, and Travel.

… and the scream ended when I received help from new friends on The Commons after I took a lunge into the air by deleting my Pages and… well it all worked out.  Now for my next rise and fall.

©2015 Nicole Rigets

 

Ten for 2011 POW!!!!!!

This Year I’m Blasting Off in New Directions!

  1. I’m the current in the wire.
  2. I’m firing up my spirit.
  3. I’m turning action into a living philosophy.
  4. I’m working up a new balancing act.
  5. I’m liberating my time.
  6. I’m vanquishing my fears.
  7. I’m counting on the unpredictable.
  8. I’m moving to a Midas touch.
  9. I’m cherishing what I have.
  10. I’m breathing in love.

Thank you all for following my Blog throughout 2010… 2011 is going to be GRRREAT!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Age-Old Dolls


"Age-Old Dolls"

You just want to be

a little girl,

Find your voice

before you

become

hard around the mouth.

Go out in

the world,

just to see

and feel

crimped tops

on the grasses!

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Fire Your Preachers!

River Body

Mid-Capilano River

Tear down your

temples,

Fire your preachers.

Run outdoors

and

listen to the river

speak!

The trees flock

together to

hear it.

They stretch

their arms out

toward it.

A thousand

meditations

cannot do as

much for me as

twenty minutes

by your bed.

The rocks are

instruments

you play and your

notes transcend

my mortal frame.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Become an Artist and Create More than Thursday’s Meatloaf

I have read of women with a family of 5 children and a business to run, a husband and meals to cook, going to University to get their Master’s or Doctorate degree and still doing charity work, socializing, and looking immaculate; that’s where I got the idea I could go to University to get a BFA.

I hesitate to write this.  Yet it saddens me to frequently hear from women I meet, who would love to become artists, how they stop themselves with notions of so-called sensible reasons.

This was:  My Journal entry August 6th, 2001.  It came from a hand-held cheap, Mead, Five-Star in a class by itself, spiral bound,Neat Sheet Perforated Pages, with 200 ruled sheets, and 400 ruled pages.

Runnng a family is at best fun and rewarding but a woman needs to be as free as her husband and children to be an artist, even if it only means designing her life to fulfill her dreams. Dreams that don’t cost her her family, but allow her to feel proud of accomplishing her vision.

When we are in our teens we have a million ideas – do these ideas get pushed back – do they become expanding waistlines, huge backs and hips?

If you had a short sentence period of life left to live because you are dis-eased would you make certain that you cleaned the house, picked up the cleaning, paid the bills, washed the car, and did lots of laundry between doing all the other self-imposed obligations you didn’t want to do when you felt forced to say yes.

Taken from the Series 'Cold Cereal'

Each day is so precious even when you are not compromised in your health.

My personal discovery is that nothing in the house changed while I went to University full-time for two years.   (Notation:  two years for a diploma worked into being five for a degree).  The dust still sat on the top of everything.  The house still looked the same at the end of a day even when I hadn’t spent ten hours wandering about in it.

The same little imperfections were on the walls.  The messy areas, where there was no other place to use the messy items or to store them, still struck me in an uncomfortable way; even though I had not walked past them a million times a day, as in the past, wondering what to do with them.

But while the house lived its life without me, I created hundreds of projects, got a diploma in Studio Art and following that a BFA degree, showed my work in galleries, was published on the cover of two literary journals, wrote, painted, entered juried competitions, and put my work on the Internet.  And I didn’t know I had it in me when I was taking the garbage out regularly for something to clean up.

Art School was one of the dirtiest and messiest places I had ever worked in.  I learned we were focused on the project not on our surroundings  We had great relationships; we learned what we had never known about ourselves and each other.  The mystery of life came upon us and we had feelings; strong feelings!

We became sleep deprived and were told to do things we had never dreamed of.  We were let loose!!  I called the courtyard full of industrial junk our play pen:  our toybox. Sometimes we felt isolated when we worked and sometimes we worked in groups.

There were many times I ate pizza, celery and peanut butter, plain bread, cereal, or junk near the end of a term, but it did far less harm than resenting the doing of something I no longer wanted to.

There was one time when I had to wear the same clothes for three days – that’s about as much inconvenience as I remember. (Notation:  This is when I remember feeling like a REAL artist having read up on Louise Nevelson, one of my favorites, who would roll on and off a small bed in her studio wearing the same clothes for days while she worked on a wall-size sculpture.)

I never knew a house could run itself.  My family was amazed and thrilled with the difference in me.  My secret self shone.  And to my amazement they all knew how to look after themselves.  It wasn’t a slice; I have never worked harder in my life; had only 5 hours sleep a night, worked 7 days a week, and pushed myself to the, and beyond the, limits of my imagination.

Every new term Dad would go into the hospital for a couple of days for cancer treatment. Usually he announced it without any warning and always when a printmaking project was due. Our business dropped when Bailey, our soft-coated wheaten terrier of 14+ years, got old suddenly and collapsed.  For seven months I was sick at heart with the thought of soon losing her. Bills piled up and at one point I measured the pile:  it was over 10 inches high. We had a robbery in our home and lost $25,000 in property that we were very fond of; some was sentimental.

What a blessing to have something so rich to focus on as my art:  my heart’s desire.  It was a ten year dream that still continues.  Our wheaten had a seven month old age and died a natural death, my Dad died in the hospital on the 3rd day after an operation a year before my graduation, and a very close friend died soon after.  I couldn’t prevent the deaths and I couldn’t control other lives either.

What I have learned to do is concentrate my attention on my gifts and talents and make something from these instead of living through other people’s lives:  ie. family, friends, people in newspapers, on TV, celebrities in magazines, etc.

How does your own life look, could you write a story about turning down a different road now and becoming what you dreamed you would when you were still in high school?

Start here!  This space is for you…………..

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

Uncapturable!!!Something That Will Not Stay Still

"Goodbye Without Leaving" from the Series: 'Cold Cereal' by Nicole Rigets

Where do I find the words to

describe

a flutter,

an instant,

something that

will not stay still,

something fleeting,

precious,

more valuable

than any gem,

ephemeral,

stardust,

mist,

momentous

visions,

uncapturable;

love so strong

it hurts when

it embraces you;

only for today,

impermanent

of course.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets

iPages

"Frenchie"-Tulle over Fur

I consider my journals a collection of me! – in a visual and voiced format.  A formation of me; a framework generating a material composition of my days.

Working my way through fashion magazines reminds me of my teens when I reverted into them for place and inspiration.  Each glossy page announced the promise of a beautiful future.  I spotted people I needed to adopt as role models.  The pages whispered of excitement and destinations like Paris and New York.

"Lanvin & Peonies" - I Want it All!

If you see something in a magazine that makes you think of a friend, clip it out for them, and send it off with a hand-written card or note.  My friend Sonny always reaches into her handbag as soon as we sit down together for coffee out, and produces a small sheaf of magazine clips for me, to inspire me.  I rework hand-me-down jewelry into new designs by re-assembling elements from multiple pieces.  Sonny’s thoughtfulness has led me to new ways of seeing and inventing.

My friend Elaine provides me with three huge shopping bags of fashion mags and one of Vanity Fair annually.  She passes them along to me because she knows I need them for collage, and subsequently, I pass them along down the line to friends who are also artists.  I keep beautiful floral file folders available for the parts of mags I’m saving. One for articles, one for writing prompts, and one for design tips and ideas.  Oops… there’s more:  one for creative ideas for paintings and the fifth one is for photographs I admire for their lighting, composition, or novelty subjects.  Magazines make excellent reference tools when you slip a piece of silk ribbon or a lovely bookmark into the pages you’re interested in re-visiting.

Begin this art exercise by cutting out things you are attracted to for just twenty minutes. Don’t think about it.  Pretend you’ve won a shopping spree and you’re just grabbing everything you can and throwing it into your basket.  Have a pretty basket beside you and drop your clippings into it.

These will be, what I call your ipages, or your VIP’s:  Very Important Pages.  Spend ten or fifteen minutes arranging these on a few large pieces of paper.  Choose any background to attach them to.  I like pure white or lined, but you decide on the color that best resonates for you and then take a gluestick and secure them neatly to the papers.

Now lay them out and contemplate what you’re seeing.  How do you like this glimpse of your inner workings??  What shapes repeat themselves?  What colors dominate your collages? Are there ways for you to make changes in your wardrobe or environment using these ideas and objects.  A new tabletop display perhaps or outrageous accessories to liven a conservative outfit.  Take time; sit down and record your thoughts and feelings about the work you just accomplished.

"Toney Three-Button Cropped Sleeve and Leather Gloves"

Flower and garden magazines offer beauty in landscape that can be cut out and pasted over a nondescript book or journal to enhance the cover.  Used bookstores have so many bargains jumbled on shelves or tables you might want to pick up a good solid one. When you get home with it you can paste or staple a fresh sheet of paper over a page and make it presentable for attaching particles of fabric, color swatches, ribbon, stamps, photographs; the choices are unlimited.  As an alternative, gesso can be brushed over the page and left to dry, and now you have a plain white sheet to work on.  Yes, it may be a little imperfect, but in art that’s all the better to show life in matter.

Go inside your ‘new’ journal, your source and improv book, your altered book, and live between the pages for awhile.  Photograph some of your results and post the pictures inside.  Send me images to post here and we can all be inspired.  Failing that show them to your friends and help them try something new; bring them to my blog to view these examples.  I remember when I bought my first journal; I could hardly think of what to do, or write down in it, or even what to collect in it.  Now the family is horrified wondering how many truckloads it will take to clean out my studio when I… well, you know when.  How many trucks it’ll take is open for debate.

Copyright © 2010 Nicole Rigets