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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Collage and Decollage

in the studio
is sometimes a slow process...

I have been toying with
decollage lately..
in between

other projects...

for those of you who are not artists..
decollage is the opposite of collage..

decollage is achieved by cutting, tearing and removing 
collage bits to create something new...

peeled layers revealing print..
 straining to listen in on the conversation..
what would it say? what secrets are revealed?
the layers are so intriguing..

a perfect example of collage and decollage is the
unfinished piece below...

Decollage and collage piece, WIP, Caterina Giglio

and although I have no finished pieces...

to share with you yet...

some of the details are fun...

Besides that, I am
also working on some stacked collage 

such busy days in the studio for me right now...
April pages are almost finished..
and I am working on my winter submission
for Sew Somerset...

 I have submitted my art book
the little concertina
to the gallery in Canada..

keep your fingers crossed for me..

you will be the first to know...
as always, thank you gentle reader...


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Conversations With My Mother

I have precious few family photos...
I suppose that might
be common in families

that experience alcoholism
and abuse..
many photos and possessions were lost..

so standing in for 
me and my mother are

all a bit lost too..

my book is almost finished..
just a few threads need to be snipped..
some small bits of paper glued..

last minute touches..

creating this art book was so very good 
for me..

very uplifting 


the little muslin bag is a
hand stitched envelope..

connected with little tiny stitches ..
and I did wax the threads..
which will keep them from tangling too much..

I want to thank you all
for being such remarkable support..

and understanding my desire 
to work on this relationship

I am pleased with the finished piece
and if it is not chosen for the show..
have made something that
that speaks volumes
by saying
so little..


Tuesday, April 19, 2016


gentle reader...

we find ourselves 

in a moment 
of such intense  
and we consciously remember ...

art is life..

watching the setting sun
in the garden and on our pool..
I was reminded of something
the Sufi mystic Hafiz said...

"Art is the conversation between lovers...

Art offers an opening for the heart...

True art makes the divine silence in the soul..
break into applause."

and art is everywhere..

such beauty
can surely transform
any heart...

Hafiz says..

Art is, at last, the knowledge of
Where we are standing..
Where we are standing
In this Wonderland.

may you all have a blessed 
and beautiful week..


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Hand Stitched Mini Concertina

First off, let me thank you all
for your wonderful and heartfelt comments
on my 
April pages..
your support and friendship means so much
to me.
I was astounded to learn that so many of you had similar experiences
with a parent..
and I was truly gratified to have shared a part of
my story with you...

This book project is related to that post
the continuing work on that relationship...
which even in death continues..

Sometime ago, 
I was asked to consider 
sending a book to a show

so several months ago
I began this concertina..
 you might remember 
it as this WIP

since then, it has taken shape..

the pages are collaged..
papered with French pages..
painted three times
and printed with very old rub-ons

If you have ever used them, you know
that as they age they have a tendency to disintegrate...

and I liked that...
it suited my purposes..

I wanted the writing to be

more gibberish,
less substance..

as I worked on it, 
the title came to me..

Conversations With My Mother..

loose threads dangling may need to be waxed..
and I have also hand lettered pieces that are cut out waiting 
to be used...

the hinges are antique ribbon..
and I adore the way that the light filters through them

being able to see through
to the truth is important, I think....

It is still a work in progress..
but close to finished...
I am hand stitching a bag for it to ride safely
to Canada..

and I will share the finished
piece with you all

ciao, ciao!

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

March Pages

my mother died a few weeks ago...
gentle reader..
Immediately following the news, I sprained my wrist.. 
Yes, THAT wrist and so ...
unable to write, legibly ..draw with dexterity or type quickly,
 I was forced to sit and marinate in my feelings..

many of you know that my mother was an alcoholic..

 before you get all boo hoo-y on me, 
let me tell you, that
My mother and I had been estranged since 1994
It was my choice..
to simply hang up on her..
disconnecting from the chaos of alcoholism ...

a truth for me is that it is always easier to love someone unconditionally
when they are not in your physical experience..

My maternal family had a bipolar and alcoholic history..

My father's family was our sanctuary, 
they still, to this day do not understand what a haven, (a heaven really) they provided.. 
Safety, security, food, play and above all 
Without them, I am sure I would be a very different person than the woman I am today. 
the other thing that they provided us with was
 we understood at least unconsciously that not all mothers forgot to feed children,
  beat them, verbally abused them or failed to protect them.

It was years ago in therapy that I realized
that I intensely disliked butterflies and dragonflies..
I thought they were..
when a memory resurfaced...

the grade school science lab that I attended
 had several butterfly and bug specimens
and I remember just hating those collections...

you see...
  I identified with those tiny winged creatures
pinned to boards..
 their lack of freedom..
such fragile beings..

ingredients: paper ephemera, pencil, walnut ink, acrylic paint, colored pencils, tissue paper, safety pins, pen and ink, gel medium, gold leaf 
note: butterfly wings are hand drawn on tissue paper, with colored pencil, pen and ink and gold leaf.

If you have read my blog for any length of time,
you will know that
 freedom is often a reoccurring theme in my work... 

for me,
freedom and forgiveness are linked..

Forgiveness is a verb,
 it is active in my life.. because memories are triggered by the most insignificant things..
smells, words, sayings..
and forgiveness
it is a gift
 I give to myself.........
 It heals from the inside out
and I believe it is imperative in order to live a healthy life...
I think that without forgiveness, one cannot truly know freedom...

As always I am heartily grateful
 to you for your kind readership..


Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Art Blogs to Swoon over...

Facebook is fine
Twitter and Tumblr have their place..

but an art blog
brings you into the world of an artist
and illustrates our lives in a way that the tiny sound bites of
social media
can never hope to do..

so perhaps this holiday season
you might
treat yourself to a few 
outstanding art blogs...
take a little world wide tour and use the google translate
button if you need to..

here are a few favorites of mine
for you to savor....

Enjoy your holiday..
may you each be delighted by the joys of 

I will be thinking about how blessed I am
to have such an amazing life..
and giving thanks for my gentle readers...
lurkers and lovers..

 taking some time off for spring

ciao, ciao!

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Relax it's Just an Artist Block

Blocks aren't just for artists
or writers..

I think
blocks are impediments to our daily way of life..
a block is simply an inability to see the 

What we use in the studio, I think we can also apply to
everyday situations and relationship issues..
Now, I seldom get a block, I have more ideas than I have time 
to create, but every so often a series gives me fits..
and this is what I do..

Step 1.

It is all a mind game really..
the mind wants to be in control..
it knows best.. or so it tells me..

 the truth is 
that the creative solution resides outside
the realm of the mind.. the idea doesn't reside in the mind..
though it can come to the mind...

the first thing I do is to re frame it..
I am temporarily stuck, 
not blocked.. 
which makes it sound less dramatic,
gives me back my power,
and is more easily overcome..

Step 2.

I know that the last thing that I think I want to do
when I am looking for a solution..
is to play, it seems so ....


 but that is exactly what I find I need to do..

I find this to be the hardest when I am coming close to a deadline..
I don't know about you, but
I get all puffed up with anxiety
when I am not listening...
but I think I am..
but I am NOT...
but I think I am..

play comes in lots of different forms
listening to music...
watching the grass grow..
or sit at the beach and listen to the waves..

binge on Netflix...
talk to a friend..
or go bake some cookies..
go window shopping or antiquing..

take a drive.. 
see a movie..
go for a run or take a walk

shoot some photographs..

try a new technique or product...
or color
very popular right now..

The key is relaxation..

because that is where the solution resides..
and I know I cannot access it, when I am constantly looking for the solution..

Step 4.

Change the Venue or Habit

If I am still looking for my muse after I have had time to relax 
and have let the problem go..
then I find when I change my venue, 
instead of working in my studio, 
where I feel stuck..
sketching in a coffee house will present a new perspective..
or making an artist date with a friend..
or instead of going to the studio at the same time, I change up my work times..
and I like to...
I remind myself that my muse didn't leave me
I left her..
because I really wanted to be the one in control..

it really is
just a simple mind game..

which brings us right back to 
Step 1.

doesn't it?
what do you think?

Have a beautiful week..
and as always, thank you for