This blog depicts an artist's life. It shares the stories of sculptor Rita Jackson in her studio on Taft St.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Can you see the little nest in the wheel?
A wren can live anywhere. I had a very determined one on Rabbitville Road, who kept building her nest in my gas grill. I finally gave up, and didn't cook out that summer. One also built a nest in a pile of sticks on the patio by my studio. She often perched on the fence outside the windows and sang and, I thought, peeked in to see what I was doing in my nest. We had lovely conversations, but I was frequently scolded for coming too near her territory when I came and went. Now miles away, and shaking off the cold, I opened the back door of my car the other day and realized the reason for some of those scoldings...she had built a nest in the spare wheel that is attached to the back of my car! Nesting season was over and the nest had been empty, but here was a sweet little remembrance of my old place and my little wren companion. Bits of sticks and that lovely moss that carpeted my woods were carefully patched into a nursery and a sweet memory. What a lovely going away present...
Wren on a Pansy Nest
I take inspiration from my surroundings when I sculpt. I draw on my experiences and interpret them in clay. That's what artists do I guess. I have been sculpting these rust colored little bits of energy for a few years now. They completely fascinate me and they let me be familiar, share their lives. I love the color and the movement, and I love their adaptability. I see that there is a wren bird house on the garden fence here, so I will be looking forward to making new friends and hearing their songs. A woman I met up here has asked me several times what I am naming my cottage and I have decided. No surprise at all...Wren's Nest. A wren can live anywhere, and so can I.