Touched By Art

Hello, everyone! Even though I have joined the weekly photo challenge it feels like forever since I actually blogged. There have been times when I have wanted so badly to reconnect but not only have we had so much to do–the attic project, other cleaning and clearing-out projects around the house, preparing for harvest, among much else–I just couldn’t get the words out. I sat down a few times but nothing happened.

Today, however, I am going to share a little frame project with you that I have been wanting to show you ever since I got the painting that inspired me to do the frame in the first place.

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I told you that I went to an art exhibition when I was in Sweden for a holiday with Lilli, but I was too excited and emotional about it still that I couldn’t get the words together to tell you about it. I can’t tell you how silly I felt when I left Junsele that day. Ever since I heard about the exhibition I knew I would make sure Lilli and I could go there. I haven’t followed Jonna Jinton’s journey right from the beginning, when she left her apartment in Gothenburg and moved all by herself to the small village of Grundtjärn in northern Sweden some seven years ago, but her blog and her art–photography, painting, the haunting tunes she produces by practicing the ancient herding call–touches my very soul. So naturally I had so many questions, things I wanted to say, but once there I couldn’t get the words out. Does that qualify as fangirl problems? I think I even forgot to sign my name in the guestbook under my message.

All that said, it was a wonderful day, and I may have forgotten half the things we did talk about, but she is ever as bit real and genuine as she is in her blog. A truly amazing human being. And I am so happy both Lilli, my brother, and I got to meet her and her partner. I certainly hope there will be more opportunities, especially since my daughter has become so very much inspired by Jonna. More about that later.

Driftwood

I remember when I was much younger and used to go down to the river with my mother to collect rocks and driftwood. My mother would paint on some of the pieces, and others were ready artworks already. Gnarled and twisted, bleached and mystical. I just love driftwood. So when I came back to Ramvik with the painting I bought at the exhibition, I knew instantly what kind of frame I wanted for it.

AbandonedBoat
This old boat has been sitting there for so long I can’t even remember it not being there.

I already had some driftwood I collected during the two years I studied in Sweden, but Lilli and I took a walk down to the cape and collected some more to bring back home to Finland. So I now have an entire IKEA-bag full–and then some.

Driftwood, however, can be very fragile, so I needed to build a frame to which I could attach the driftwood pieces. I wanted to get started as soon as we came home, but things kept getting in the way. I did document some of the steps, though, when I managed to squeeze in some time for it.

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I got the measurements a little wrong, and didn’t realise until I was ready to glue and nail it together.

We have so much wood here that it wasn’t difficult to find material. The saw is vintage and the blade was so dull, but I managed. And it was easy enough to adjust to get the right angles. I will be getting a new blade for it for future projects because it really is so handy.

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WoodglueAndNails

One day I went into Rauma to K-Rauta and bought some nails, wood glue, and I had some paint since earlier. I have another project with those wooden logs I wrote about in an earlier post. You can read a little about that here. The details of that project I am still leaving for a later post–it has evolved since the initial idea–even if I am dying to tell you about it.

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Working with wood is something I truly love. There is something peaceful yet energising about it. Everything from picking out the pieces to sawing and sanding. I easily lose myself in it and I love that feeling. My mind goes quiet and I just exist in the moment. It’s like I become all my senses, and all those complicated thoughts that I tend to trip and stumble over disappear. I guess it is the same with drawing and photography, but getting to work with my hands the way I do when I handle wood is something deeper, more soulful.

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Can you believe this is what it looked like earlier this year? This room is called tupa in Finnish, which is the first room you enter in the house–after the foyer. It is now our new living room.

Harvesting season has just begun and it usually takes a couple of weeks, but after that I really hope to get some more time for my own projects. And to be able to finish the goals I set earlier this year for the house. Clearing out boxes and piles of things that have been left over the last couple of years. Plain junk or valuable memorabilia from past generations–it doesn’t matter. When it is piled up in stacks all around the house it leaves this chaotic energy that sucks me in and I have such a hard time getting past it. At times it seems to be at a standstill–nothing happens, housework piles up, Loke’s hairs gather in the corners and follow our socks and clothes onto every surface in this entire house. It drives me mad sometimes, and I can get so grumpy, but I try to tell myself I’ll get there. To look at what I have accomplished (like with the living room, for example). All it takes is a little every day. One step at a time, right?

Lastly, I want to share another painting we got, also by Jonna, and the story behind it is quite amazing. In an affiliation with Samsung, Jonna painted this, and Lilli saw the video she made while working on the painting. She was both horrified and mesmerised when Jonna started painting outside the canvas–on the wall. You can find her video here.

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And so Lilli wanted to paint her own galaxy. I watched as she dripped paint and smudged it, just like Jonna, and while I don’t have a photo of that handy right now, the result was sent in to an art school in Rauma. This morning we got the message that Lilli is accepted and starts next week on Tuesday. It is only one day a week, but Lilli loves drawing and painting and I am ever so grateful and thankful for the way art touches us. All of us.

And I am also so thankful you are still here, and for the newcomers as well. I hope to get back to updating more regularly soon, but until then, I have found Instagram Stories to be a lot of fun and easy to manage, and I share a couple of photos a day on my account, so if you are curious about what goes on and my updates on the blog are sparse, head on over. Link is here, or just click the Instagram icon or any of the photos at the bottom of my blog.

I wish you a lovely weekend. Much love and hugs to you. ❤

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When You Nail It

Good morning! Yesterday was, as we say in Swedish, a canon of a day. En kanondag med kanonväder. Great weather, and I got so much done. I love those days, and I try to remind myself to keep them close and cherish them, be grateful. Life is so beautiful like that–the downers teach me to appreciate the days when things just come together even more. And vice versa. To acknowledge that these contrasts is what makes living such an adventure. If we can learn to appreciate each facet, every shade, then going through hardships takes on an entirely different meaning.

DanceToTheWind

Since we had such incredible sunshine and strong winds I managed to scale down our mountain of washing–mostly sheets and bedclothes–significantly. It dries in no time in weather like this. And the timing couldn’t have been better because last night brought showers of rain. It is only now letting up. In-between the loads, I managed to squeeze in a photo session on our back road. It seems I caught the perfect light because I didn’t really have to do any editing at all. I only did it because when the light is just perfect, when you nail those settings, then it is such a joy to play around with the images. Do you find that, too?

FreeFlow

When I was a little girl and visited my grandmother I would always get into her clothes. She was a hoarder, so she kept every single outfit she had ever bought since the 1950’s. Of course I wasn’t allowed into her closets but she would bring me clothes to try and then I would pose and strut around as she ooh‘d and ahh‘d. My grandmother had style. That classy, old Hollywood style. Of course she went with the times, too, but her hair rarely changed. She bleached her hair constantly up until a couple of years ago; slept with rollers and wore pearly combs to lift up the locks to frame her face. I loved, loved, loved looking at old photos from when she was younger, and she would always play Elvis Presley when we went for a drive.

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A while ago I learned about something called the Orton Effect, and I thought it suited this photo to get that old style feel to it.
If she had been alive today and seen me in this dress, I know exactly what she would have said. I can still hear her voice in my head, and I never, ever want to forget. Even though I have been plagued by low self-esteem and a poor body-image all my life, in her company I felt perfect just the way I was. I miss her fiercly. Memories are to be cherished, don’t you agree?

ThisIWonder

I got exactly 315 photos out of this shoot, and so many turned out great that I had a hard time picking just a few. The last ones, however, were out of focus, but there was one among them I really fell for anyway, so I will share that, too, before I go. Today I have business in town, so I am very glad we got that rain to cool down the air a little.

I wish you all a wonderful Tuesday. ❤

HazyMoments
Used the Orton Effect here, too, which kind of added to the already out-of-focus, but made it softer somehow.