Creating an Artful Home



bottle_border, originally uploaded by Leah Virsik.

Tom and I planted our first bottle border this weekend. One down, three more to go. We only need 734 more bottles by our count. No, just kidding, really 150. Anyone who would like to donate to our cause of having the most artful house in our neighborhood, please let me know. The bottles with the flat bottoms are best. Thanks!

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  1. Posted 9 July 2009 at 3:09 am | Permalink

    Leaving Berkeley I came across a bag of wine bottles on the curb for recycling, so I made a U-turn and picked up the bag. So when I see you next, expect five or six bottles, unless I find more.

  2. Posted 9 July 2009 at 6:27 am | Permalink

    Hey Egmont,

    Thanks so much!

    Leah

  3. Posted 31 July 2009 at 6:34 am | Permalink

    I love the way you used the bottles. It reminds me of the Earthships in New Mexico – http://www.earthship.net/ – they use bottles in the construction of homes. My hubby and I stayed in one during our vacation in NM. So cool.

  4. Posted 31 July 2009 at 10:58 pm | Permalink

    Thanks for sharing Elissa! What a cool place to experience. The pictures are awesome. I’d love to go. I’ve been collecting cans for quite a while now and building one of those walls might be something I could do with them.

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    I’m hungry to learn and it’s through my process of creating that I’m ultimately satisfied. I’m curious about different materials and take on the challenge to incorporate what I’m most drawn to into my work. I’m intrigued to discover the resulting patterns and repetition. As I create, I explore my inner landscape. I’m attempting to uncover a stifled sound. It’s my challenge to express this internal voice through my art and ultimately, boldly, out loud.

    My quest to connect my voice with my work has led me to reexamine my personal history. The threads in my bookbinding and in my collage are entwined in my familial roots. Growing up, I remember a quilt frame my dad made, taking up our entire living room. His grandmother taught him to quilt using scraps of clothing. Years later, I began a quilt when a friend was teaching a class on patchwork. To my surprise, cutting up fabric and piecing it back together reminded me of my work with paper collage.

    As a child I would sew with my mom and what I most remember is the guilt I’d feel as I jammed up her machine. Now, when the threads and material bunch up they become useful fodder for my work. In some ways the threads act as a binding element, as in my books, and in other ways they are a reflection of my internal processes.