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My art is like a song, first in the distance, I hear it softly.
The tune catches a place in my heart and I feel it closer.
It goes from a few disconnected notes and keeps swelling.
I hear the song completely.
I see it in my mind.
I hear it in my heart.
It moves me in a dance, the flames of the torch, the softness of the fabric.
I see it, piece by piece, come together in my hands.
I recognize it as the notes I first heard in the distance.
A mixture of mediums is how my art is made.
It could be fibers, gently teased apart to become felt or ceramics fired in my kiln.
It could be precise sewing, either by hand or machine, each stitch evenly spaced.
Often it’s metal, cut and welded, manipulated and shaped by heat.
Sometimes it’s done in quiet meditation in comfort and seclusion.
Sometimes it’s in my welding shop, where it’s hot and gritty and I have to pay close attention because it is dangerous.
No matter which one of the mediums I am using I hear the music and I dance.

Nancy Geren


From my Blog


June 19th, 2017|

Sometimes a movie starts off in black and white and suddenly the screen turns into full color and we see it with new eyes. That is what arriving in Mishima after visiting other areas of Japan was like. We were greeted on our arrival in City Hall and introduced to all the officials that made our presence their priority. All the formality that we are told in [...]

Japan-In a whirlwind

June 4th, 2017|

We had just 10 days from the presentation of my art in Pasadena to return home and prepare to board a plane and speed through the skies to Osaka, Japan. Our first night did not look much different than what you would see in the US. Our Disney Hotel was just as popular with the Japanese as it's counterpart in the US. In the next two days [...]

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