All art is created because of a journeying...I am in search of; lost objects, words, musical notes, doorknobs to other worlds, underwater flowers, perfect utopias, fine literature, good hearts, my footing in the world, old faces...all this and more will one day, I hope, be something found again...
These two necklaces were inspired by two of Ithaca's questions:Bloom, after picking up Stephen at the Cabman's Shelter, goes back to 7 Eccles Street but it is not the glorious Odyssean return, but rather, another moment where the reader is made aware of his keylessness:
The first necklace is made with an antique key hole I found at a flea market in Paris. (Lucky for me someone had salvaged a bunch of them from an old hotel being torn down!). The words, "Was it there?" (U17.95) are made with wire hanging from gold chain. Of course, as we know, the key is not there in Bloom's back pocket but "in the corresponding pocket of the trousers which he had worn on the day but one proceeding" (U 17.96-97).
The last question of the episode is one of the most famous (and, in the Random House edition, is accompanied by the large period at the end in reply which does not appear in the Gabler edition). "Where?"--so simple and recreated here with silver wire and a large circular piece of onyx. The necklace hangs from silver seed and tube beeds.
(Forgive the blurry resolution, I am blogging in a hurry this week)
I've been at my kitchen table sketching and decoupaging paper all week in between reading. Tonight I revisited a summer favorite, Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife and rediscovered something I had forgotten. She writes so beautifully of creating art:
The compelling thing about making art-or making anything, I suppose—is the moment when the vaporous, insubstantial idea becomes a solid there, a thing, a substance in a world of substances. Circe Nimbue, Artemis, Athena, all the old sorceresses: they must have known the feeling as they transformed mere men into fabulous creatures, stole the secrets of the magicians, disposed of armies: ah, look, there it is, the new thing. Call it a swine, a war, a laurel tree. Call it art. The magic I can make is small magic now, deferred magic. Everyday I work, but nothing ever materializes. I feel like Penelope, weaving and unweaving. (248)
Thought I'd share something that I had found again and also post some pictures of my latest experiments. I've been dabbling with decoupage, paper, rubbish, and little scraps of magazine print culture!
Much like Joyce, who wrote the bulk of works like Finnegans Wake from his notebooks upon which were scribbled bits of conversations, languages, phrases, words that he found while walking the streets of Trieste, Zurich, or Paris, I too create art from the pieces I pick up around me.
All art in a sense is found art, the art of absorbing the world around you and re-creating it to find it again. For Bloomsday this year, I decided to create wearable art, mostly in the form of a necklace- not only literature is bound to form!-inspired by Ulysses. I hope you enjoy it!
I am working on my PhD in English Literature. I am interested in Modernism mainly and was bitten by the "Joyce bug" in my undergraduate endeavors. Other authors and poets I like other than James Joyce include: Wislawa Szymborska, Billy Collins, Jose Saramago, Ian McEwan, Aldous Huxley and George Orwell (any Utopian/ dystopian novelist really), Dante, Li-Young Lee, Jane Austen, Edith Sitwell, Jhumpa Lahiri...I could on!